Going Back

I could feel the edge of the thick leather belt digging into my flesh as he slowly kept tightening it around my throat bit by bit.

The scent of the raw leather consuming my senses as I could feel myself starting to disappear under this blanket of darkness.

Voices in the background fading into an oblivion until my only thought is consumed with the need to breathe again and I can feel myself starting to black out.

Everything fades into nothingness until the only thing I can feel are my nipples being torn from my breasts and my mouth filled with multiple cocks.

I choke, gasp and beg for mercy but all I receive is further punishment at the hand of these men.

I could not see with my blindfold firmly affixed but I knew the room was filled with men who had forced their way in to use me without restriction.

An open invitation by hubby at this place he had taken me to that had been arranged by his friend at their isolated workshop.

I was made to sit in the car on the way there in total silence.

Not permitted to speak or do anything other than to encourage people in passing vehicles to yell out disgusting comments of offence and lewd suggestions as I shamelessly showed my breasts.

Hubbys Cuck addiction so prominent as he told me to leave my blouse completely unbuttoned and open for those men walking along the path on the busy night street to see my abundant firm breasts.

I was being made to calmly sit there as we crawled through standstill traffic and pretend not to hear the men passing by making such degrading explicit comments as they blatantly ogled my purposely displayed breasts.

With hubby driving and his hand inbetween my legs with his fingers touching my wet aroused clitoris between my open legs and telling me how he was going to make my mouth a public fuck hole for every random to use at this place that we were heading too.

My thoughts running wild as he vividly described to me that once we arrived he would be forcing me to submit to any demand and already he had received a huge amount of messaging from men wanting to use my mouth.

I am famous among the people we know of how amazingly good I am at giving men blowjobs and making them come in near record times.

I enjoy these invitations the most when we attend these events and am mostly unknown among the many men who are there. Looking like a sweet angel in my modest yet sexually provocative attire and alluringly irresistible long blonde hair usually making me the most popular slut wife to be used by whoever.

Sometimes hubby and myself will enter a place together but then with in minutes I am whisked away by random men and don't get to see hubby again for hours. I have been often discovered by hubby covered in cum and completely exhausted from the many having used me.

Is it my fault that I am always so popular at these places that he takes me to and am used by so many men? By the way he sometimes behaves towards me after these nights of passion involving sometimes an unknown high number of other men you would think that I was the one who organised these things to happen.

Then I am punished by being made to have sex with even more men!

Sometimes I feel hubbys obsession feeds my own behaviours and am then blamed for his hunger to see me suffer the humiliation of being used.

The sad truth is that I love being used and I absolutely love being the slut wife for him and don't apologise to anyone for being who I love to be but there are always those who will judge...